Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.